Mu Sihan looked at Xue'er, whose face had turned pale because she was frightened by his cold expression. Turning his gsxr away, he then looked at the picture of his adoptive father on the tombstone. Pursing his lips tightly, he let out an exasperated breath and did not get angry with Xue'er any more.
Kneeling in front of the tombstone, he kowtowed three times before pulling Xue'er up from the ground.
He had driven personally to the cemetery himself. Xue'er walked behind him and looked at his cold back, her hands that were hanging in front of her clenched slightly.
She really did not understand why the attitude of the same person towards her could be so different.
What had changed?
Walking to the front passenger seat, Xue'er was about to open the door when the man's cold and deep voice interrupted, "Sister Xue'er, sit in the seat at the back!"
Xue'er's pupils constricted. The seat at the back?
